“Ryan!” I cried as the door slammed shut behind us, Sam smiling hungrily. “My name is…”“Not anymore its not!” The Mistress was furious, ...er hand fell across my face so fast and so hard it knocked me back down to the cold hard floor. “Your name is Riley, slave and you would do well to remember it. Or I’ll make sure its the only thing you know how to say when I’m finished with you. Understand!?”“Yes Mistress.” I cried as she yanked a handful of my hair into her fist.“Humph… how discussing. Its a. I responded immediately and explored her hot Teutonic mouth with my tongue.I could feel her hand gently touching my breast through my coat and I pulled her closer to me, still kissing her passionately.She released me then and I felt her hand move to the middle, where she began to unfasten the buttons of my coat. With her leather-gloved hand, she gently massaged my breast through my blouse and we continued to kiss, her fingers softly massaging me out of sight, under my coat.I ran my hand down. " What is it you want?" Greek," I say."Greek? In Knoxville?" she asks, a coy smile forming."Greek. How much?" Two hundred."She sighs and turns as if denying the deal. But her hand is at her hip, open. I plant two hundred-dollar bills in her palm."Okay, come on. Follow me." Completing the transactionShe leads the way, and I follow. Her delectable ass sways under her short, tight skirt. She's the Pied Piper, and I'm a mouse. We walk past a small manufacturing shop, a deserted warehouse, and into. We shared a three-way kiss exchanging what was left of my cum. It was a first for me. My girlfriend usually swallows and keeps in neat. I liked this better. I always thought my aunt Lyn was a bleach blond but as she dropped her thin dress and peeled her panties off it was clear, the carpet matched the drapes, Her pussy mound was quite hairy yet trimmed on the edges. Her thin frame was quite sexy for a woman in her late 40’s. Her 36C tits were natural and still held up against gravity. Aunt.